Comments about John Clare

his poems to me are only surpassed by shakespeare. i think that he is one of the very best english poets and the fact that he wasnt some weathly little snob who sat lazzaly scralling out his veiws on the world like alot of the classic english poets were makes him so much more importaint. he actualy experinced a bloody awfull life and it seems that it makes him more credable and more real i mean when he talks about suffering he realy knows what he is talking about he was a awsome guy and yeah

John was a living legend although I thought he herded animals better than he wrote poems but that just my opinion and am a big fan of his labouring background this guy was a living legend but ermm he died...... Ermmm yeh go john! and as im a keen cannibal i would love to have a bite ov him if he was still alive but now hes dead the meat doesnt taste as fresh...... TOD MCGRATH......

I Am

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes,They rise and vanish in oblivious host,Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost; And yet I am! and live with shadows tost

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,Into the living sea of waking dreams,Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems; And e'en the dearest- that I loved the best- Are strange- nay, rather stranger than the rest.

The Thrush's Nest

Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bushThat overhung a molehill large and round,I heard from morn to morn a merry thrushSing hymns to sunrise, and I drank the soundWith joy; and often, an intruding guest,I watched her secret toil from day to day - How true she warped the moss to form a nest,And modelled it within with wood and clay;And by and by, like heath-bells gilt with dew,